chapter 117

KIRA’S POV

This is a bad idea.

No… This was a very bad idea.

My head screamed with a thousand reasons to turn back, but it was already too late. I forced in a breath and walked down the hallway until I reached Romano’s cell. He was hanging upside down on the bars, doing some kind of military exercise, sweat dripping from his chest.

“I knew you’d be back,” he rasped, his voice rough and amused all at once.

“He didn’t know,” I said flatly.

The sooner I say what I wanted, the sooner I can get out of here. This place gives me the creeps.

Romano, still hanging on the bars, stilled, his eyes narrowing. “Who didn’t know?”

“Adrian,” I stated. “He didn’t know who she was. He told me everything.”

The memory clawed back into my chest. Last night, Adrian had let me in… peeling back the layers he’d kept hidden for years. He told me Giana wasn’t his mother… she was Dylan’s. That the woman he had killed, the one who haunted his silence, was his real mother… along with her husband. He told me how Pau